I miss you
I open the door and there He stood, staring at me. He hasn't said a word—nor have I.
He rushes me with the force of a linebacker trying to stop a running back on fourth and one. My body slams against the wall as his intensity rises. He's breathing heavy and looking longingly into my lust-filled eyes.
Still, he does not speak, but his eyes are fixed on mine. As He rips open my blouse, buttons fly like shrapnel hitting the table, the door and the mirror before finally resting haphazardly across the floor.
He grunts.
He's hungry and needs me to set him free. He wrestles the straps of my bra from my shoulders and swallows my breast whole. His full lips hold it in place while his tongue runs counterclockwise circles over my nipple.
I moan, letting out the frustration of the day. The anticipation in my thighs is building and the need in my voice is urgent.
He's forceful and commanding.
I don't fight as He slides his hand from my right breast down to my ass and tightens his clinch. He lifts me off the ground with his mouth still locked firmly around my breast and hands tightly on my ass.
I ease my legs around him and squeeze.
He presses me against the wall and begins undressing me. My blouse comes off first and gets tossed behind him. Next, my bra is snapped off and descends to the floor beneath us. He puts my other breast in his mouth, still staring past my professional veneer to see the woman in me.
He hikes my skirt up above my stomach, adjusts his grip to fit under my legs and raises me to his shoulders, still breathing just as heavy and hungry as when he started. He slides my panties to the side and breathes on it.
My creamy pinkness is tickling his nose, rubbing against his lips. I show him what I can do with my hips as I inch myself toward him eagerly. He connects my essence to his tongue, so slow and gentle.
He slurps me up, licking and kissing my sweet nectar until I lose all composure. One hand holds the back of his head, keeping him where I want him. The other gripping my pearls, as my hips rise and fall while I rub myself in and out of his mouth.
I look down to see a marvel. He's tongue owns me.
"Mmmm, you're gettin' it," I tell him.
He refuses to communicate with words, only with his body.
His eyes smile—bright.
His tongue works me over—vigorously.
He sucks on my clit—passionately.
He licks my walls—hungrily.
He slides his tongue further down and tickles my ass.
I'm impressed.
I want to ask him how much he likes it, but I don't have to, his mouth, , which are soaked in my juices, are all the proof I need.
I look down on him as he works. Our eyes lock, which only increases his intensity. Finally, I melt in his mouth. A rumble of emotions and sensations take over my body, as he tastes all of me—lips, nipples, clit, ass and thighs. His mouth travels far and wide.
After I nearly drown He in the overflow of my climax, I nod my head to let him know it's his turn. He lowers me to my feet and takes several steps back so that I can see all of him.
We're at a standoff.
He's still fully dressed and I have a skirt, wrinkled and ruffled up above my waist. I take off the rest of my clothes, standing there in all my natural beauty. I smirk at him to let He know he needs to finish stripping.
Slowly, he undoes his button-up shirt and slides off his shirt. He kicks off his shoes, then his socks, before unbuckling his pants and grabbing at the bulge in his crotch.
He has me on blast and he knows it. His pants fall to the floor, revealing his boxer briefs. His forearms are pulsating with veins. His hands are strong and rugged. He stands there with his boxer briefs still on, looking at me as though he wants me to finish this final part of his undressing. I begrudgingly give in.
With a smirk on my face, I walk towards him, confidently. I drop down and get my eagle on, as I put a firm grip on the elastic band on He's briefs. Seductively, I peel them down as if I were unwrapping a gift I know I'm going to overly enjoy. I pull and pull until I unveil my treasure.
His member is thick, long, and pulsating.
I taunt him, giving He some of his own medicine. I stare directly into him as I rub my palm against my tongue before taking him in my hand and stroking purposefully.
He must enjoy my touch because he seems to get bigger with each stroke of my hand. His head leaned back and eyes closed; he doesn't touch me at all. He just stands there like Morpheus with his arms folded behind his back.
I run my hands across his manhood, traveling from shaft to tip and tip to shaft. I lick it—his eyes open and peer down. I lick it again and make eye contact.
He doesn't say a word but I know what he wants. He wants to take residence in my mouth and so do I. I grab his shaft, and roll my tongue over this mushroom tipped bomb. Anticipation was getting the better of him as He seemed frustrated that I yet to devour him whole.
Finally, I pushed back on the shaft and put my mouth around as much of him as I could. As the saliva in my mouth rolled off his member, I slurped it back up.
I'm losing control again.
I've never sucked a member like this before and it's getting the best of me. I want this man so badly that just having his thick member in my mouth is making want to…
I came.
My jaw locks and tightens its vice grip. I started thinking about it in me before it actually got there, but I want to give him something to remember me by—something to smile at when this night is done.
Possessed, my mouth worked him like nobody's business. When I pulled back and looked at it again, it was covered. It was wet. It was ready.
To be continue….
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